Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 538
Voldemort is good at patience, which comes from Riddle's experience.

Wu's Orphanage was not a benevolent place, and he already had a lot of status there when he was 11 years old.

What does this depend on?
brave?

No, it is patience.

During countless hungry nights, he told himself to hold back.

Waiting for the opportunity to grow up, become stronger, and come back.

Finally, he waited, and he conquered it.

But now, he still has to wait.

Waiting for that Grindelwald's death, waiting for an opportunity to resist the god of death, waiting for his awakening to an advanced high-dimensional life.

Life is an infinite cycle, and his main rhythm is patience.

The night was as cool as water, and Voldemort sat alone in the rocking chair on the tower of Gaunt Castle.

"creak~kick~"

As the wooden rocking chair swayed, there was a slight noise, not in a hurry.

A half-finished rune haunted Voldemort's finger, and no one could understand its meaning.

"Kakaka~~"

The sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the stairs came, and the rocking chair slowly stopped.

Voldemort turned his head to see Gemma Farley, his secretary.

"What's the matter?" Before the other party could speak, Voldemort asked first.

"A letter with the address marked as the Sphinx, signed by Rajdev I." Gemma replied.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and said, "What did you say?"

"I haven't opened it yet, Your Majesty."

"give it to me."

Gemma Farley immediately walked to Voldemort and handed over the parchment with the wax seal in her hand.

Voldemort glanced at the wax seal, then twisted it to unfold the parchment.

There were not many words on the paper, but the content still made Voldemort sit up from the rocking chair.

"Gemma, tell Bella, and... Draco, let them come to me."

When Voldemort mentioned Draco, he hesitated obviously, but finally reported the name.

Naturally, Gemma would not ask the reason for Voldemort's hesitation, but turned around and informed the two of them.

Not long after, the two appeared in front of Voldemort. Bella was as beautiful as before, but Draco looked decadent.

Voldemort pursed his lips, resisting the thought of scolding the other party.

"Going to the Pyramid of Khufu, hold me."

Without more words, Voldemort went straight to the point.

Both of them held Voldemort, and after a strong wave of magic, they disappeared in place.

Appeared again, and had come to the Pyramid of Khufu, the location was the hall where Voldemort was resurrected.

At this time, there were many more coffins in the hall, all of which were quietly floating in the air.

"When did they appear?" Bella asked in surprise.

Voldemort shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

Draco seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of him, and finally there was no more decadence on his face.

And just when Voldemort was about to step forward to check these coffins, one of them suddenly shook.

That coffin is at the forefront of the other coffins, and its style is also the most exquisite.

Of course, it must be inferior to the one Voldemort used in his resurrection.

But even so, Voldemort was still sure that the coffin had a special status.

"Shh."

Bella took out her wand, and stepped forward cautiously to the rear of Voldemort's side.

"Don't be impatient, Bella, it should not be an enemy."

Voldemort said softly, and kept his eyes fixed on the shaking coffin.

The shock continued for a while, and finally the coffin slowly cracked a crack, and then a small amount of blood poured out, dripping into the hall with a soft sound.

After that, a figure slowly sat up from the coffin.

When he just got up, his body was full of blood, but when he sat up completely, the blood had disappeared without a trace.

"Are you... Draco?"

Bella looked at the person in the coffin in surprise, and looked back at Draco suspiciously.

It wasn't just him who was surprised, Draco also stared wide-eyed, looking at the person in the coffin who looked more than ten years older than him, but whose appearance was exactly the same as his.

"It's me, the Black Queen."

The person in the coffin smiled confidently, nodded to Bella, and then looked at Voldemort, "Your Majesty, this is the first time we meet. I am your most loyal subordinate, the third knight, Draco Malfoy."

There was also some surprise on Voldemort's face, but not much.

Draco, who was behind him, was completely stunned.

You are Draco, then who am I?

Maybe at this time, this is what he thought.

"The third knight, who is the second knight?" Voldemort asked slowly.

"Mr. Barty Crouch, Your Majesty, I admire his loyalty."

"Draco" bowed slightly in the coffin, and when he got up again, his bare upper body had been covered with a unique black robe.

"When will the others arrive?" Voldemort asked in a sentence the other two couldn't understand, but he clearly had no intention of explaining.

"I'll find the way, and if there's no problem, I'll send them a message through the curtain." "Draco" said as he stepped out of the coffin.

After getting out of the coffin, he didn't go straight to Voldemort, but came to Draco.

"If I'm not mistaken, at this point in time, you've already given up on Hermione, right?"

Facing "Draco"'s question, Draco, who was originally puzzled, instantly changed into an expression of disgust and hatred.

"You still have the face to get angry, what a waste."

"Draco" commented disdainfully, then stretched out his hand, "Give me the wand."

"What did you say?" Draco asked angrily.

"Is your wand, damn it, deaf at a young age?" "Draco" retorted even louder.

Even Voldemort didn't know what to say to this weird scene.

But Bella looked more interested. In fact, her thoughts were all attracted by the name of the "Black Queen".

"I……"

Draco's momentum was a little weak, he turned his head to look at Voldemort, but the latter didn't give him any advice.

"You need to make up your own mind, Draco, the Dark Lord needs help, not children."

"Draco" criticized again, and then directly reached out and grabbed the wand from Draco's waist.

Draco tried to fight back, but "Draco" just turned his wrist and pushed Draco's hand aside.

This detail made Voldemort realize that the "Draco" in front of him had a good melee ability.

"Aren't you the future Draco of this world?" Voldemort asked.

"He died a long time ago, Your Majesty, I come from another world, a darker world."

"Draco" replied with a smile, and put his wand on his waist where he could easily draw it out, "Your Majesty, I need to temporarily take over the Death Eaters organization, is that okay?"

He is very confident, although his tone is asking, but his expression is a bit unrefusable.

This made Voldemort feel a little unhappy, but he immediately suppressed this slight unhappiness.

"Okay, I'll take you to Neville, who is currently in charge of the Death Eaters." Voldemort returned.

(End of this chapter)